Dealdric

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

@User@Skinner35

Bones woke with a start. He looked at the man, than the orc. Putting on the best fake accent of a british person and said "Why, dear sir, this be our captains vessel. We're docked for the festivities, but we are not to be in the party. So,
drink for me and he to watch over me. The old girls name, however, be the Poseidon's Trident." He winked at the orc. He put his hand behind his back and gripped his knife, walking a little closer to the man. "Why do you ask?"

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

@Skinner35

The surgeon laughed. "Better 'dan being essentially half dead. Being Ghaul is cool, yet da' average life span is 47 if we do fall apart? Oderwis' we live for untold amounts o' time! So, live life short 'r fer to damn long. Better live it well.
A pirates life for me, while my kin become monsters and inspire stories of zombies and necromancers. An' proudly..." he says getting up and doing a awkward salute. "...admittin' 'dey look like scat. Yet, here I be, drunk, a pirate, and a surgeon.
WOOOOOOO!" and fell straight forward, falling off. but instead of hitting the water, he hits a lower plank and falls asleep there. Snoring with the occasional laugh can be faintly heard through the sounds off the sea.

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

@Skinner35

"Captain Elf what's-his-name an' 'r resident *hic* cutthroat I last saw in de' party with 'r fancy lady. Guards seem a liiitttttllleee on edge from da' sight of 'em. I tried me best to keep hidden 'sept fer the small job cap' 'ave me. *hic* Me's think's they up ta' somethin', but could be paranoia. An' de' others, hell, they could be half off in da' country already." he took a swig. He then threw the empty bottle behind him, making it shatter. He belched, then took out his eye, optic nerve and all. He twiddled it, then shoved it back in. "Nobles ar' damned cowards. Da' one I roughed up squealed like a piggy! Oink!" He laughed madly as if some grand joke, but just at the fact he said oink. "If I fall in da' water, drop a bottle on my head."

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

@Skinner35

I intentionally made him offer the drink. Because you said he avoids, but that doesn't mean he on't partake.

I'm such a jerk

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

@Skinner35

Bones was bobbing and weaving on the docks, headed towards the boat. A bottle in his right hand and his 'pet' skull in the left. He sang a merry tune, quite well in fact. He saw Athe, sitting on the docks, being lonely. The orc that was the second oldest on the ship was his second favorite, besides the captain. He went up and plopped down, sitting next to the muscle of the group and hitching his skull to it's claw. He grabbed a bottle out of his jacket and shoved it in front of the orc. "Here *hic* it'll make ye' a juggernaut, but none the wiser!" and then came his maniacal laughing. He took a swig a shaked the bottle again. "Well?"

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

@Mike the Bloodwolf

Go to the first post, all roles are there

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek

Side note, for the favorite rule, I didn't really know of the original series before hand. So, yeah, just going to make a custom my favorite.

Sealenne

Appearance:
Name: Sealenne Forktongue
Race: Marine Monitor
Magic/Abilities/Equipment: Breathing under water, reptile speak, climbing and minor species-connected magic. Said magic is making her foot steps silent without shoes and slight hypnosis on those of weak will. She, as an individual, carries a knife because she says you never know when it will be handy. She also is a black-smith.
Personality: Cocky, smart-aleck, and a tom-boy, Sealenne never really cared for the world's issues. All she wanted was to live in her family owned Blacksmith shop, making weapons, facets, armor, and various other things. But she lost that and it is her sole goal to get it back.
Background: Sealenne was a small village blacksmith, living on the edges of a Dwarven territory. Taught by her father, her craft was all she cared about. Even though she was a monster, the village didn't see any reason for quarrel, mostly because she was the best in the village. But, like all things, it didn't last. A large group of bandits attacked the village, razing it to the ground and slaughtering a majority of the villagers. Afterwards, she and the remaining survivors became a traveling caravan. She used her craft in towns to build up money for their little group, but they still didn't have enough to go back. They made a decent living but it wasn't enough. They wanted their home back. One night, at a tavern, Sealenne was trying to forget her troubles when some drunk desided he wanted to have a little fun with her. A black eye, cracked ribs, broken hand, and him holding his crouch later, she met 'Bart'. He seemed a little tipsy himself, but she didn't care. He told her about the guild when she told him about her. Telling her it would be easy money. She, hearing easy money, agreed to help in any way should could. The next morning, she packed the stuff up from the carriage she shared with a trader freind and set out. She has, however, met way too many Demon fanatics and bandits for it to be serious.

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

@Animera@Blade17

Kithor

Pulling down his cowl, Bones walked through the shadows of the crowd, knowing all to well what open air meant when docked. He finally spotted his query; A young elf and a young man chatting about all sorts of mischief. He slinked through the crowd like a snake, finally reaching his Captain and mate. "Captain, yer little gamblin' debt business is semi-cleaned up. Da' posh prick groveled in fear, but 'e kept swearin' to god he didn' hav' da' coin. 'oweve'... he sneaked a pouch in-front of the young captain. "I found 'dis on 'em. Looks mor' interestin' than coin." and smacked the human assassin on the shoulder.
"What's a matta' boy? Ain't got 'da fresh 'ill? I bet 'da guard just love to see yer' work! Take 'em a bloody month an' 'ind some drunk to blame it on! Heeeee he hahhahhaahhaha HAH! he laughed with his eye twitching. He then took the skull at his belt and shook it. "What boy? Ye' smell some Spainis' malt liquor? Well, ain't 'dat a sign!" he said sprinting into the nearest alleyway.

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

Kithor

Bones was tired of this rat's excuses. He was asked to get money from a gamble, money that was no longer in this coward's possession. As he stood in the dark alleyway, with a death-stare that the devil himself would shiver, the nobleman, whose name the mad surgeon forgot, was baling his heart out while saying he'll make it up to his mate. The sounds of the festival were loud and inviting, but seeing how if he got anywhere near the main street, he'd be on a one way ticket to hell in first class, that wasn't an option. He looked at the man, then towards the moon.
"Ye' know...I don't give two whale eyes about 'you'll hav' 'is money', 'cause he wants it now. And if ya' ain't got it with ya'...well..." he pulled out his knife with that last word. The man's eyes grew wide with horror. "No sir! I beg of you! Please! Just more time! That's all I need! Please! I don't want to die! My brother will take everything, and then were will my family be?!" His pleading did not phase the Ghaul, only enticed him to have some fun with this one. "Who's been sayin' I'm gonna kill ya'?" he said with a cruel grin. His one eye bored into the man, almost as if piecing his soul. "Thank you sir! Thank you! May god bl-AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" He looked down at his hand, bloodied with a knife holding it in the dirt. "You said you wouldn't kill me!" Bones walked up slowly to the man, cracking his knuckles. "No, but I'll beat ya' within an inch of yer' pitiful life. He he he ha ha HA HAHAH AHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"
The screams were drowned out by the howls of fun of the festival.

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

A Mad Surgeon

Name: Kithor "Bones" Lewis

Age: 32

Species: Ghaul

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Habits:
-left eye occasionally twitches
-laughs at serious things like a their a bad joke
-obeys the captain and the captain only.
-always smacks a door frame's top 3 times before he enters

Fears: He fears heights. He freaks out like someone set fire to his coat when on cliffs, the crows nest, castle battlements, etc.

Likes and dislikes:
Likes;
-whiskey
-brandy
-books
-fighting
-swimming
Dislikes;
-Monkeys
-Parrots
-people who whine whilst in his care mediacaly
-people who try to talk about their problems to him

Role: Surgeon

Appearance:

Personality: This Maniacal surgeon is a thief of the seas by heart. He cares for little but booze, freedom to do as he wishes, and serving his captain. Loyal to the captain whole-heartedly, he would get rid of mutinies if he found out about them. He likes how things are for him and would rather be happy in hell then with a different captain. He does however have a sense, although twisted, sense of honor. He will not harm women, nor children, nor steal from them. He also will only kill someone if they attack him first. And he will only do it slowly and painfully. He's smart, but insane.

Quote: "Better ta' be the one who kills and be sent to hell, then for someone to take yer' place."

Theme Song: "The seven deadly sins" by Flogging Molly

Other: He carries a pistol with 3 shots, and only carries 3 shots, ever.